LJ:http://kirathaune.livejournal.com/Rating: NC-17Pairing(s): Gojyo/HakkaiDisclaimer: I don't own them, unfortunately - Gojyo would be a helluva lot
of fun to own! Summary: Gojyo suddenly develops a "type" - could it be for
...brunettes with green eyes?Warnings: Ooooh, Teh Smut!Notes: Written for ladylotusmoon for the yuletide_smut gift!fic exchange; her prompt was "first
time". Speaking of first times - this is my first 58 fic, and my first
time being completely smutty! O.o Thanks to charliesmum for her beta-fu. 6000 words.

Gojyo slunk into the room he and Hakkai were sharing, trying to be as quiet as
possible. Well, as quiet as you could be when you were shit-faced drunk. He
took off his leather jacket and, after three attempts, managed to hang it up on
the hook behind the door. He turned around, ready to tiptoe over to his bed,
when he saw Hakkai sitting up in bed reading.

Hakkai looked up from his book. "Why, good evening, Gojyo. You're
certainly back early tonight." The corner of his mouth turned up in a half
smile. "Actually, I'm surprised you're back at all  there were quite a
number of attractive women in the tavern tonight."

Gojyo grunted, stumbled over to his bed and proceeded to take off his boots.
"Yeah, well... none of 'em were my type," he mumbled.

That earned him a raised eyebrow. "Ah ha ha, Gojyo, this is something new.
I didn't realize you had a 'type'. I rather thought you-"

"Fucked anything in a skirt?"

"No, ah, that you have a  generous  inclusion policy."

Gojyo laughed at that, although Hakkai's comment about him not having a
"type" stuck with him. There were a lot of pretty girls at the
tavern tonight. And he should not have had any problem snagging one (or more)
of them to spend the night with. But somehow, none of them seemed right
to him. And that was a real pisser right there  since when did a pretty face
have to "feel right"? But for awhile now, none of them did, and it
aggravated the shit out of him.

He looked blearily at Hakkai. "What're you doin' up so late, 'Kai? You
weren't waitin' for me to roll in, were you?" Hakkai pulled that kind of
shit sometimes, and Gojyo wasn't sure whether to be annoyed or touched by it.
He started pulling off the rest of his clothes.

Hakkai shook his head hastily. "Oh, no, Gojyo. I was... caught up in a
particularly exciting chapter in my book." He carefully placed a bookmark
at the spot where he'd stopped. "But it, ah, so happens that I just
finished that chapter, so your timing is excellent." Placing the book on
the nightstand between their beds, Hakkai removed his monocle and settled down
under the covers. He turned off the nightstand light. "Good night,
Gojyo."

Gojyo finished kicking off his jeans and scooted under his own covers.
"Night, 'Kai." For a while he lay on his back and let the room and
the moonlight swirl around him while the effects of beer and whiskey gradually
dissipated. Sleep was still eluding him, so he rolled onto his side and studied
the figure in the next bed.

Hakkai lay curled on his side, his back to the kappa. Gojyo found himself
watching a narrow shoulder rising and falling as his friend slept. His eyes
drifted to a slender neck, noticing for the first time that the short hairs at
the nape formed a perfect letter "W". Of course it would be perfect -
lesser quality lettering wouldn't dare be on the back of Hakkai's neck. Gojyo
felt his fingers twitching, wanting to trace along the edge of the lettered
hairline. Wondered what it be like to press a kiss right in the valley of that
"W", and feel the soft brunette hairs tickle his nose. And then let
his lips trail down the back of that perfect, beautiful neck...

Where the hell did that come from? Gojyo sat bolt upright and stared at
the bed opposite his. Why was he breathing fast? Why was his heart pounding a
mile a minute? And - why was his dick hard all of a sudden?

Well, fuck a duck.

Gojyo flopped back onto the mattress and clamped a hand over his mouth to keep
in the laughter that was suddenly bubbling up into his throat. Sha Gojyo,
Legendary Ladies' Man, who had been unable to feel attracted to any of
the women he had encountered over the last couple of months, was hot and
bothered and hard as a rock from watching his best friend  his best male
friend - sleeping.

Now he knew why Sanzo called the Merciful Goddess an old hag. Gojyo sent some
distinctly impious thoughts heavenward while he concentrated on suppressing his
laughter and trying to make his raging hard-on go away. Hakkai, huh? Fuck.
It's just the beer and Jack.

On an impulse, Gojyo reached over and picked up the book Hakkai had been
reading when he'd come in. He opened it where the bookmark stuck out. It was in
the middle of the chapter.

Yeah... just the beer and Jack.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Hey, Sanzo! There's a festival in town tonight! With food an' music an'
everything! Can we go, please? Please?" Goku waved a flyer that he had
picked up while bringing their bags to the rooms they had rented at the inn. He
gave Hakkai a Please-help-me-convince-Sanzo look.

Hakkai thought it was a good idea, having read the same flyer earlier. "I
would like us to go as well, Sanzo  the shops are all open late this evening
and it would be nice to have a chance to just browse around instead of only
getting supplies." He had noticed a small bookstore during his regular
shopping earlier in the day and was looking forward to refreshing his book
stash  he had read everything he had now at least three times. "The
square is not that far away, so we can leave Hakuryuu here to rest while we're
gone." The little dragon chirped in agreement; the mountain pass they'd
traveled through earlier in the day had been a difficult drive.

"Don't forget dancing with all the pretty girls." Gojyo ruffled
Goku's hair. "Who knows, runt, maybe one of 'em will dance with you."

"Shut up! Do whatever the fuck you want," Sanzo groused, but he
allowed Goku to pull him along with them as they headed for the town square.

As far as small-town festivals went, Hakkai thought this one was rather nice.
There were food tents with mouth-watering offerings from each of the
restaurants in town. Artisans displayed their wares in small booths, and local
musicians took turns providing the entertainment for the evening. Tables and
benches were arranged in a clearing in the middle, and the mix of clear and
colored light bulbs strung about cast a cheery glow on the small town square.

They had an enjoyable  and surprisingly peaceful  dinner, there being enough
variety to satisfy even Sanzo, and enough quantity to keep Goku and Gojyo from
stealing each other's food. Not that they really saw much of Gojyo. After a
quick dinner the kappa headed over to where the beer and liquor was being
served, and was soon seen in the company of a pretty young brunette. After a
little while Hakkai lost track of him.

Goku appeared to be enjoying himself immensely, dancing with anyone near him
and being fussed over and fed goodies by the little old ladies who manned the
baked goods table. Sanzo drank beer, smoked his Marlboros and read his
newspaper, oblivious to the fact that Goku was continually sneaking up behind
him and tossing bits of confetti in his hair. Hakkai smiled at the teen's
mischievousness, glad they all were able to have this evening to relax, unwind
and have some fun. Well, regarding Sanzo, perhaps fun wasn't the proper
word to use.

Now, Hakkai's idea of fun featured that bookstore. After he finished his meal
he left Sanzo and Goku at their table and went off to explore cramped aisles
and overflowing shelves, breathing in the dusty, musty, achingly familiar scent
of Old Books.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Hakkai hummed one of the songs he'd heard earlier at the festival while he
walked down the street that led back to the inn. A very pleasant evening, all
in all. And quite productive too  he hugged the small bag of books to his chest.
Which one shall I read first? And Hakuryuu would surely enjoy the dried
beef strips he had purchased  Hakkai would cut them up into tiny bite-sized
pieces and give them to the dragon as treats.

He passed by a tavern and wondered if Gojyo was in there, whether he was still
with the girl he had met at the festival. Apparently brunettes were Gojyo's
type  this was the third brown-haired girl he had seen the kappa with over the
last few weeks. Hakkai did find it a little odd that Gojyo had suddenly developed
a "type"  in all the years Hakkai had known him, Gojyo had never
expressed any preference except for "female" and "willing".

As Hakkai started to pass an alley near the tavern, he heard a familiar voice.
"Ohhh, baby, yeah... oh, that feels so damn good..." Ah. Gojyo was
still with the brunette. Hakkai's mouth tightened. He really had no desire to
hear this. He walked faster, hoping to quickly escape the sound of his best
friend moaning in the alley, but with no luck.

"Mmmm, yeah... so good! Oh gods... ngh... ohhh... oh, Hakkai..."

Hakkai froze, the bag of books dropping to the street with a thud. His heart
started pounding uncontrollably. What did he just say?

He wasn't the only surprised party. "What did you just call me?
'Hakkai'?" Gojyo's companion was not happy. Hakkai flattened
himself against a nearby wall and held his breath as he listened to an
increasingly awkward conversation.

"I'm sorry, baby, it just slipped out-"

"Slipped out, my ass! Y'know, it's bad enough to call me someone else's
name while I'm sucking you off, but you call me a man's name? To hell
with you!" Heels clicked angrily towards him, and Hakkai pressed even
closer to the wall as the young woman stormed past, her green eyes blazing with
fury. Hakkai recovered his wits enough to grab his books and hurry back towards
the inn.

He managed to make it back to his room, thankful that neither Sanzo nor Goku
was back from the festival yet. Slamming the door behind him, Hakkai let his
packages fall to the floor and slumped back against the door. One hand clamped
itself over his mouth while the other arm wrapped around his waist, and for a
long time all he could do was stand there, trembling, while he tried to make
sense of what he had just overheard.

Gojyo had called his name  Hakkai's name  while a woman was performing
a sex act on him. A woman who just so happened to have brown hair. And green
eyes. And hadn't all the women he had seen Gojyo with over the last few weeks
had brown hair? Now that he thought about it, hadn't he also seen Gojyo playing
with their hair, changing the style so that brunette locks would fall over to
the right side? Gojyo was trying to pretend they were ...Hakkai.

Shaky legs took Hakkai to his bed. He sank onto the edge and cradled his face
in his hands. Hakuryuu hopped up off the pillow where he had been sleeping and
worked his way onto Hakkai's lap, bumping trembling hands with his head.

"Kyuu?"

"Ah, Hakuryuu." Hakkai calmed himself by stroking the dragon's soft,
leathery hide. "The most ...extraordinary thing occurred a few moments
ago." He relayed the incident in the alley to his companion, as well as
his observations of the last few weeks. The dragon's ruby eyes remained fixed
on his master's face in rapt attention.

"Kyuu!"

"It is rather unexpected, isn't it." Hakkai scratched under a tiny
chin. "He has always taken such pride in being a 'ladies man'. I thought
something was amiss when he started claiming to have a 'type'. Never
considering, of course, that I might be the type."

Hakuryuu cocked his head, peering closely at Hakkai. "Kyuuuu."

"Yes, I realize I'm grinning like an idiot. Do you know what this might
mean? I think he feels the same way I do."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The kappa was Not Happy.

They were back on the road again, and Gojyo was nursing a particularly nasty
hangover - one that he had obtained in a drunken attempt to obliterate the
memory of the complete cluster-fuck that had been the night before.

I can't believe I called out Hakkai's name like that. Over the years,
Gojyo had occasionally used the wrong name in the heat of passion, but most of
the women he spent time with were more interested in a good fuck than a
long-term relationship, and didn't particularly care what they were called.
(Not to say he didn't try  he prided himself on getting a girl's name early on
and using it whenever possible.) But this was bad. He had used Hakkai's
name, and if he was honest, in his mind last night it was Hakkai's mouth that
had been giving him so much pleasure, not the girl's. He rubbed his aching
eyes. This was not a good thing to think about right now, not with the
owner of that mouth sitting right in front of him.

"When're we gettin' to the next town, Hakkai? M' gettin' hungry."
Goku was bouncing in the seat next to his, and every bounce jarred Gojyo's
seat, which in turn made his head throb even more.

Goku looked stunned at the kappa's outburst, then his features clouded over. He
pushed Gojyo's hand away. "Keep your shitty hands off me, asshole! I
wasn't even talkin' to you! An' I can talk if I wanna, and I-"

"Now, now," Hakkai's calm voice cut through the ruckus. "I'm
sure neither of you wants to upset Sanzo." The agitated monk had his hand
in his robe sleeve, digging around for his gun or his fan, whichever his hand
landed on first. "Ah, Sanzo, look - they're quiet now."

Gojyo was trapped by Hakkai's sharp look in the rear view mirror. "Gojyo,
it's hardly fair to pick on Goku like that. It's not his fault that you drank
far too much last night." Hakkai's eyes returned to the road. "And Goku,
to answer your question, we should make the next town by dusk. Perhaps you
could have a piece of fruit or two to tide you over until dinner?"

"Okay! Thanks, Hakkai!" Goku dug around in one of the bags and pulled
out two apples, the argument quickly forgotten.

Gojyo felt like an ass. "Sorry, kid," he grunted. He turned his head
away to look out the side of the Jeep, and watched countless trees and rocky
hills whiz by in a blur. His mind returned to the train-wreck of the night
before.

Fuck. He didn't know what to do. One thing he did know was that he
didn't want to lose his best friend. Hakkai was the best thing that had
happened to him in his mostly shitty life, someone who cared for him and about
him. Yeah, maybe he nagged a little. And maybe he got a little obsessive about
ashtray usage. But Gojyo loved him anyway.

Loved him, and these days, wanted desperately to fuck him into next week.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Hakkai dropped his duffle on the bed he had selected. Hakuryuu flew in behind
him, settled on the pillow and began to groom the day's dust from his wings.

"I think I shall I test my theory tonight, Hakuryuu. There is a large
tavern right down the street, and when I peeked in earlier I saw there was an
excellent place I can sit and observe Gojyo without being easily seen."
Hakkai opened the duffle and pulled out his shower bag, then took out his alarm
clock and book, setting them on the nightstand.

The dragon paused in his grooming, then cocked his head as he looked Hakkai up
and down. "Kyuu."

Hakkai looked at his dusty clothes. "Well, obviously I will freshen up,
before dinner even." He rummaged through the duffel. "I think I still
have that white shirt and pair of dark pants  ah, yes! There they are. A
little basic, I'm afraid, but better than what I have on."

He laid the clothes on the edge of the bed and sat down, his hand shaking
slightly as he fingered the collar of the white shirt. "I have to admit to
feeling some trepidation, old friend," Hakkai confided, turning towards
the little dragon. "It's such a vulnerable thing, allowing feelings
one has hidden for so many years to come out to be discovered by another."
He scratched behind a pointed white ear. "But I can't let poor Gojyo go on
like this. I think it can only help for him to know that his feelings are
reciprocated." He rose, heading towards the bathroom so he could take a
quick shower before dinner. "Ah, well, Hakuryuu, if nothing else it shall
be an interesting evening."

"Kyuu?"

"Yes, perhaps you should sleep with Goku tonight. Just in case."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Gojyo made his way to the bar, ordered a pint, and eyed the evening's
prospects. There was a pretty young thing over by the front window with long
brown hair and sparkling emerald eyes. He asked the bartender to make him what
the girl was drinking and headed over to her table, drinks in hand and a flirty
smile on his face.

Twenty minutes later he was back at the bar, alone, and staring into his beer.

It wasn't like he hadn't tried. And it wasn't like she hadn't been interested.
But all he could see was Hakkai. He had found himself wishing the girl's voice
was lower, her words were more educated, and dammit if he hadn't actually
wished she only had one good eye! He knew he was in real trouble when he had
wished that she didn't have tits. At that point he had given up, excused
himself awkwardly and returned to the bar.

I am one seriously fucked up bastard.

Gojyo was about to order another beer when the bartender slid a fresh pint in
front of him and said, "This is from the gentleman down at the end of the
bar." The kappa's gaze followed the man's pointing hand to fall on
...Hakkai.

Hakkai, who never went into a bar by himself. Whose fingers were circling the
edge of a sake cup. Who looked incredibly hot wearing dark jeans and a white
shirt that had at least three buttons undone. Three buttons? Hakkai?

He made his way down to the end of the bar. "Hakkai? What are you doing
here?" Gojyo slid onto the stool next to his, and studied his friend.
Hakkai's long, elegant fingers were running along the rim of his cup in what
seemed to be a casual way, but Gojyo could see those fingers were trembling. He's
nervous. About what? He tried to keep from staring at the toned chest that
was revealed by those undone buttons.

Gojyo expected Hakkai to flash him a wide, fake smile. Instead, Hakkai licked
his lips and looked everywhere but at Gojyo. "Ah ha ha. Good evening,
Gojyo. I was, ah, testing out a theory I've been contemplating for a few weeks
now." His eyes now focused on his sake cup. "I, ah, noticed you've
been here for quite some time, and there have been numerous opportunities for
you to find a ...companion. Yet here you are at the bar, alone."

Gojyo frowned. He wasn't sure where this was leading, but it was a little harsh
of Hakkai to point out his lack of company. He took a long swig of his beer and
muttered, "Yeah, well, there was nobo-"

"'Nobody your type,' is that what you were about to say? Ah, there's that
'type' again." Fingers moved faster along the edge of the cup, and the
tremor was now more pronounced. "But, Gojyo... there have been several
very pretty brunettes here. Lovely young brown-haired girls, some whose bangs
happen to fall over to this side of their face." Hakkai swept a hand
across his own brunette fringe. "And I am certain that at least one of
them had ...green eyes?"

Gojyo stopped breathing. His mouth opened, but his voice had run off and hidden
somewhere far away. He knows? How the fuck did he find out?

Hakkai finally lifted his gaze from his cup and looked at Gojyo, and the kappa
was stunned at the mix of longing and uncertainty he saw in that sparkling
emerald eye. "Tell me, Gojyo, what about ...now? Do you see anyone ...your
type?"

Gojyo's heart was pounding so hard he thought the whole bar could hear it. Time
seemed to slow around him and Hakkai, leaving them alone together in a little
bubble while the rest of the world swirled past them. There were several dozen
Hakkai-finds-out-about-how-I-feel scenarios that Gojyo had run through his head
over the last few weeks, but this response was not one of them. Not Hakkai
sitting in a bar - with three buttons undone - and looking at Gojyo like he hoped
it was true.

He finally located his voice. Now he had to find the right words, because he
didn't want to ruin this. "I- yeah. Yeah, I do. Right in front of me. And
you've been right in front of me for ...a long fucking time." Gojyo
reached out a shaky hand, fingertips stroking coffee-colored hair. "Why
are you here like this, 'Kai? Not that I'm not enjoyin' the view." And
those three undone buttons.

Hakkai swallowed. "I wanted to see if I was right. If ...I was your
type." He kept his eyes locked on Gojyo's. "And I, ah, wondered what
it would be like to be on the ...receiving end of the legendary Sha Gojyo
charm."

The blood that had been roaring in Gojyo's ears took a nosedive and sped
straight to his dick. Holy Fuck. Hakkai wanted him! Gojyo felt the
weight of the last few weeks fly right off his shoulders, and the burst of joy
that shot through his body made him almost giddy. Hakkai wanted him. Wanted.
Him.

Gojyo released Hakkai's hair to brush the back of his fingers against Hakkai's
cheek, watching his eyelids flutter shut at the touch. He felt his friend's
face lean into his caress. "Is that so?" he murmured huskily. "I
gotta tell you 'Kai, you look so goddamn fucking sexy right now I can't stand
it. Since when do you unbutton your shirt like that?"

A small smile played on Hakkai's lips, and his eyes opened to fix a glittering
gaze on the kappa. "Since I wanted to get your attention."

Gojyo's dick gave another twitch. "Shit, man, you've sure as hell got
it." He ran a finger just inside the open neckline of Hakkai's shirt.
"How's about we get the fuck out of here?"

"But you haven't finished your beer, Gojyo."

The kappa snorted. "Fuck my beer. I want to get you alone."

"Ah, well, if that's the case... shall we be on our way?"

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Hakkai stopped in front of the door to their room and fumbled in his pocket for
the key. As he bent his head, he started when Gojyo pulled back the collar of
his shirt and pressed warm lips to the nape of his neck, right at his hairline.

"Mmmmm," Hakkai heard (and felt) behind him. "I've been wanting
to do that for weeks." Gojyo's tongue ran a lazy trail along the
hairs at the back of his neck. Hakkai scrunched his shoulders and shivered.
"Ah, Gojyo  that tickles!"

"Yeah, well, it was this goddamn letter "W" at the back of your
neck that started all this shit. Couldn't stop thinking about kissing that
spot. And other places."

Hakkai tilted his head back to meet a smoldering crimson gaze. "And what
other places might those be?"

"Let's go in and find out."

Hakkai finally managed to get the key in the lock, and they entered their room.
He closed the door and had just locked it when Gojyo spun him around and pushed
him up against the door, seeking his mouth in a hungry kiss. Gojyo tasted of
beer and cigarettes, and as Hakkai's lips parted under the kappa's he marveled
that something he would normally find offensive could taste so intoxicating.

Gojyo's tongue slid into his mouth and started a slow, sensual exploration,
while his hands took care of the rest of the buttons on Hakkai's shirt. Hakkai
let him push the shirt off, then raised bare arms to rest on Gojyo's shoulders
and combed his fingers through long red hair. He rolled his tongue around
Gojyo's and sucked it gently, earning a moan from the kappa.

Gojyo's hands started wandering. Hakkai shivered as callused fingers brushed
over his nipples, rubbing slow circles over each sensitive peak until they were
hard and throbbing. Then the hands danced lower, tracing along the edges of the
scar at his abdomen, and Hakkai let out a strangled groan as one adventurous
hand dipped even lower to press itself against his rapidly hardening erection.
Gojyo's mouth left his to whisper hotly at his ear, "Oh yeah, 'Kai, moan
for me like that again." Hakkai complied as Gojyo's hand rubbed him though
the denim of his jeans.

While exploring lips marked a trail of nips and kisses along his jaw and neck,
Hakkai untangled his hands from Gojyo's hair and fumbled at the buttons of his
friend's shirt, yanking it down. Gojyo's hands pulled away just long enough to
shrug off the shirt, then returned to the front of Hakkai's jeans to make quick
work of the button and zipper. "Aaah, Gojyo!" Hakkai clutched at
broad, bare shoulders as Gojyo's hand slipped behind the band of his boxers to
wrap itself around his cock. Lips met his again, and their tongues thrust
against each other as Gojyo slowly stroked him. After a few moments Gojyo
released him to settle both hands at his waist, and the kappa's mouth left his
to murmur, "How's about we get a little more comfortable?"

But Hakkai wasn't quite ready to go over to the bed yet. There was something he
wanted to do first, something that had been on his mind since the other night.
Smiling at his friend, he replied, "Mmmm, yes, but not just yet. Would you
indulge me for a few moments, Gojyo?"

A crimson eyebrow went up. "Uh, sure."

"Thank you." Hakkai shifted his stance slightly then suddenly moved,
spinning them around so that now it was Gojyo who was up against the door. The
kappa's eyes widened, then he grinned appreciatively at the switch. "I
want to do what that girl was doing to you in the alley," Hakkai whispered
against Gojyo's neck. "I overheard you with her, last night at the
festival." He bent his head and licked a nipple, smiling as he heard
Gojyo's breath hitch. He started kissing his way lower. "The way I see it,
if you are going to be moaning my name like that, then it only makes sense that
I be the one causing those moans." Now on his knees, Hakkai thrust
his tongue into Gojyo's navel while he unzipped the kappa's jeans and pulled
them down past his hips, exposing an eager erection. "Wouldn't you agree,
Gojyo?"

"S-shit, Hakkai..." Hands convulsively tightened on Hakkai's
shoulders as he took Gojyo's cock into his mouth. Again he was surprised that
this was so enjoyable, that Gojyo tasted so good, since he had always thought
it would be a disgusting thing to have another man's member in his mouth. But
this was not just another man. This was Gojyo. Hakkai listened with
satisfaction as his name poured out of the kappa's mouth while he licked and
sucked along the length of his cock.

"Aaah... holy fuck, Hakkai! You gotta stop now or I'm gonna come."
Hakkai felt Gojyo's hands tighten in his hair and pull his head away. Shaky
hands lifted him to his feet, and they stumbled over to one of the beds,
pulling impatiently at the rest of their clothing. When they tumbled onto the
bed there was nothing but skin on skin, and mouths locked together hungrily as
their hands explored each other's bodies.

Gojyo broke off the kiss, and for a moment they lay there panting with arms and
legs twined about each other. "Hang on a sec, we're gonna need
something." Gojyo untangled himself, then leaned over the edge of the bed
and poked through the duffle on the floor. He pulled out a small tube of
lubricant, which he set on the nightstand. Rolling back over to face Hakkai,
Gojyo ran a hand along Hakkai's side, sliding along his hip and cupping his
ass. "You're so fucking beautiful, 'Kai." Hakkai shivered at the
touch, and at the lust that was smoldering in the kappa's eyes.

"Ah, you've done this before, I'm guessing," Hakkai murmured, and he
was actually a little relieved that Gojyo knew what he was doing - he
certainly didn't. Gojyo grinned sheepishly. "A couple of times, a long
time ago." He placed a soft kiss at the corner of Hakkai's mouth.
"But you're the first man I've wanted to do this with, so I'm kinda
a virgin, right?"

Hakkai chuckled. "All right, you can be a virgin too. Does this mean I can
call you Cherry-chan?"

Gojyo's eyes gleamed, and his smile was positively wicked. "Heh. Not for
long."

Hakkai twisted the sheets in his hands as Gojyo kissed and licked his way down
Hakkai's body, moaning when that hungry tongue detoured to tease and suck on a
hard nipple. He released the sheets to caress broad shoulders, and lips
continued on their journey south. Gojyo ran kisses along the scar at his
abdomen and whispered, "Hakkai, I want you so, so much," and when
Hakkai felt the moist heat of the kappa's mouth envelop his cock he shuddered
and sighed, "Oh, Gojyo."

He heard a little click as Gojyo flipped open the lubricant cap, but Hakkai was
so caught up in the feel of Gojyo's mouth on his cock that he barely noticed a
slicked finger enter him, moving slowly. The sensation was strange but not
unpleasant, and by the time a second and then a third finger joined the first,
Hakkai was panting and wanting more, tangling his fingers in Gojyo's hair.

Gojyo released Hakkai's cock, and Hakkai writhed with pleasure as the kappa's
lips kissed their way back up his body to claim his mouth again. Gojyo settled
himself between Hakkai's legs, and gave Hakkai a steady look. "You ready
for this, 'Kai?"

"Oh gods, yes."

"Alrighty then."

Hakkai gasped as he felt Gojyo enter him. It burned a bit, but the discomfort
began to fade as Gojyo's cock slowly filled him, inch by inch. When Gojyo was
completely inside him, the kappa stilled, and kissed the tip of his nose.
"You okay, 'Kai?" Hakkai nodded, breathless. Another kiss, this time
on his chin. "We need to be still for just a little bit, for you to get
used to me, and for me so I don't come three seconds from now." His
breathing a little ragged, Gojyo flashed him a lopsided grin. "I'm not
hurtin' you or anything, am I?"

Hakkai shook his head. "No, I'm not hurting at all." He slid his hand
behind Gojyo's neck and pulled him in for a hungry kiss, and Hakkai heard Gojyo
groan as his tongue rolled around the kappa's, thrusting deeply into his mouth.
Hakkai broke off the kiss and whispered against Gojyo's mouth, "Gojyo.
Fuck me, please."

He felt the mouth above his smile. "Well, since you said 'please'..."

Gojyo began to move, and Hakkai was lost in sensation. Lost in the sound of
their gasps and moans. Lost in the delicious friction of Gojyo's cock moving
inside of him with slow, leisurely thrusts. And lost in the sight of the
kappa's face above his, eyes darkened to the color of a fine merlot and those
panting, sensual lips wet and swollen from his kisses.

Their bodies moved together in an intimate dance. Hakkai's legs wrapped around
the kappa, and his hips lifted to meet each of Gojyo's thrusts. At one point
Gojyo shifted, and Hakkai felt a spasm of pleasure shoot through him. His back
arched and he threw his head back against the pillow, a long moan escaping his
lips. The kappa chuckled and bent down to press his lips against Hakkai's
throat, murmuring, "Hmmm, guess I just found your sweet spot. Feels good,
doesn't it?" Hakkai found he couldn't reply, because now each of Gojyo's
thrusts were hitting that spot, and jolts of pleasure were coursing through
him. He ran his fingers down Gojyo's back, neatly trimmed nails digging in, and
smiled when he was rewarded with the ragged moans that spilled out of Gojyo's
mouth.

Hakkai felt the kappa's hand slide between their bodies, curling around his
throbbing erection. He moaned as that hand began to pump him, slowly at first
but then matching the rhythm of the cock that was thrusting inside him. The
strokes and thrusts became harder and faster, and Gojyo was chanting
"Hakkai ohhhh, Hakkai," like his name was part of a sacred sutra.
Hakkai could feel his climax approaching in a rush of heat, pushing him to the
brink. He teetered there for a moment then let go, and his orgasm pounded
through his body in shuddering waves. Hakkai cried out Gojyo's name as he came,
his release spreading hot and slick between their bodies. He felt his muscles
tighten around Gojyo's cock, and with a moan the kappa thrust against him and
stilled, emptying himself deep inside Hakkai. Gojyo collapsed against Hakkai's
chest and buried his face in Hakkai's neck, panting. Hakkai wasn't sure how
long they lay there, still joined, the only sounds in the room coming from
their ragged breathing.

Through a haze of pleasure Hakkai felt Gojyo's lips at his ear, hot breath
tickling him as the kappa whispered hoarsely, "I love you, 'Kai. I didn't
know it was love for a long time, but now I know. I love you."

Hakkai smiled, then turned his face to press a kiss against his lover's temple.
"I love you too, Gojyo."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Hakkai's back was to Gojyo again as he slept, although this time it was only
inches instead of feet that separated them. And there was that "W"
again. Gojyo gently ran a fingertip along the double "V" points of
coffee-brown hair. He was pretty sure he could find the entire alphabet on
Hakkai's body, if he looked hard enough. It was sure as hell going to be fun to
try.

Gojyo grinned. It was funny how things worked out, and in a way he had never
imagined would be possible. His best friend was now his lover, the sex had been
fan-fucking-tastic - and that little glint in Hakkai's eye promised that it
would probably get even better. His gaze drifted across those narrow, naked
shoulders, noticing how the moonlight shining through the window above them
cast shadows along the planes of Hakkai's back. Hakkai shifted his shoulders as
he settled into a deeper sleep, and the movement caught Gojyo's eye. Wait a
minute...

The kappa chuckled softly, then ran his tongue along the bottom edge of
Hakkai's left shoulder blade. Hakkai shivered at the contact and murmured
sleepily, "Ah, Gojyo..."